Fairy Land Iii Poem by William Shakespeare
Fairy Land Iii
COME unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--
The wild waves whist,--
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Hark, hark!
Bow, wow,
The watch-dogs bark:
Bow, wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!
To the delight of the reader this adds to the curiosity to read the next....wow- 10
wow impressive and imaginative Mr.Shakespeare..I love it..thank you.. :)
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4/16/2024 3:23:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, , -a-diddle-dow! . Nice fairy land.